Protect our prophets

In the next second, Matsumoto Yuko's face changed: "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Songxue lowered her head, swallowed the chocolate sauce on the spoon, and raised a pair of calm green eyes, which made her unable to guess the slightest thought.

The brown-haired girl hesitated, squeezed the coffee cup tightly, her chest heaved a few times, and gradually calmed down.

"Are you blaming me?" She sighed and raised her eyes, and once again met Shang Songxue's gaze, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, showing a bit of struggle, "Is there something...wrong with me?"

Matsumoto's tone sounded a little confused, which made Matsuxue sigh secretly.

"Others can't judge whether it's done right or not, but at least you will know whether this is the result you want to see." She said calmly, "And I can only suggest—it's just a suggestion, look behind you Those of you, think about it."

"They..." She shook her hand, and the spoon fell from her hand and hit the coffee cup.

"If you don't like it, don't leave hope for others." Songxue said, "You think it's polite and self-restraint, but in the eyes of Licking Dog—sorry, this word is a bit harsh—it may be a hint of playing hard to get. "

Matsumoto didn't respond, bit his lower lip lightly, his face was very pale.

She watched Songxue get up to say goodbye, and left the coffee shop with brisk steps. The cup of black coffee in front of her was never touched again.

……

Fortunately, Marui Fumta was not present, after Songxue finished speaking in one breath, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Otherwise, he would definitely think that his "licking the dog" was scolding him.If they quarreled, it would be too far away from the topic, and they would not be able to turn back.

but--

She thought slightly melancholy, wasn't she the same in their eyes before?After all, dog licking knows no borders or gender.

She specifically reminded Matsumoto Yuko about this, but it may not be useful.

Whether it is a goddess or a male god, how can I understand the mood of licking a dog...

Songxue turned back to school along the road and glanced at the time.

She was not sure if Yukimura was still at school, so she sent him a text message to inquire, and soon received a reply: "I'm in the art room."

The art room is in the teaching building on the south side of the school. It is sunny during the day. During this period, it will give people an extra sense of security.In the evening, the sun was setting, and the orange-red color was cast in the classroom through the glass windows, which was gentle and quiet.

Songxue pushed open the sliding door, and what came into her eyes was a copy of sunflowers.A particularly large painting, placed obliquely next to the locker, was smudged with a layer of deep red.

There was a row next to it, most of which were watercolor paintings. Yukimura was standing by the easel, examining the works on the drawing paper.

"It's getting dark," she said.

Yukimura put down his paintbrush, looked back and smiled: "It's time for werewolf activities, isn't it?"

"...Ah." Songxue blinked.

Yukimura explained: "It's the novel about werewolf killing that has been very popular recently. What you just said just reminded me."

She nodded hesitantly: "Actually, I'm thinking about this too."

Yukimura noticed that her expression was different, but he didn't ask directly, and nodded, "Come and see?"

Songxue walked over and stood beside him, looking at the unfinished painting.

"A self-portrait?"

Yukimura was taken aback, and the smile disappeared miserably from his lips: "Do I draw so much like a man?"

"..."

Well, Songxue thought, many painters' wives can't avoid the problems, such as drawing women insisting on men, and the reverse is also possible...

She coughed dryly: "Oh, it's nothing, I don't know how to paint, I only recognize it from short hair."

Yukimura: "Actually, it's not that short."

Songxue said again: "The pretty boys who are popular now like to wear short hair of this length?"

"..."

Yukimura hesitated for two seconds, and finally gave up on the topic of painting with her. He looked at the drawing paper with some frustration, and his inexplicable expression was illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, making him look very lonely.

"Actually, it's quite beautiful." Songxue said in a hurry.

She said this sincerely. Regardless of whether the people in the painting are male or female, she still has the ability to distinguish whether they look good or not.

When Yukimura heard this, his smile was still bitter.

"You know, creation is a very painful process." He sighed and said, "The creator will continue to hover between the two stages-I will definitely draw a masterpiece-the painting is so bad, it will be torn. Alright."

Songxue saw that he raised his hand unconsciously, stroking the edge of the paper, and immediately became vigilant, quickly raised his hand and pressed it, pressing the back of his hand, lest he unswervingly go to the extreme of the second stage, and casually it tore.

"That's right," she said with a correct attitude, "I feel the same way when I write a novel. I often firmly believe that I am the rising Ziwei star in the future. After reading it, I will feel that this is some kind of rubbish..."

When Songxue said this, she also thought of sad things, and said in a deep voice, "That's right, my leg meat is always hard to swallow, and even looking at it makes me feel bad."

"……right."

Yukimura was a little moved and wanted to take back his hand, but found that he couldn't move it away, his eyes fell, and he couldn't help smiling.

Songxue took a look and quickly withdrew her hand: "Hey, what did I want to say just now?"

"What's the matter?" He pressed his wrist thoughtfully and rubbed it.

Songxue pressed her temples: "I remembered, I came to you because I wanted to talk to you about... the problem of licking dogs."

"Ok?"

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yukimura packed up the paint tray, picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the art room with her.

"Becoming a popular person should be something to be happy about, right?" Songxue asked.

Yukimura vaguely felt that she meant something, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "Of course it's good to have someone like me."

"But if this liking is out of control, it will become a kind of trouble." She looked at his perfect jade-like profile, and smiled slightly, "The trouble you mentioned before, I think, should be this kind of feeling."

He didn't deny it, his eyes were fixed on a certain point in the air, and he struggled faintly.

"If I admit it, will it make people feel shameless?"

"I said," Songxue said seriously, "If you can be liked by others, it means you are a very good person. There is nothing to be ashamed of."

"……thanks?"

She continued: "Kun Yukimura, don't pay too much attention to this, this is not the point I want to say. What I want to say is—"

Songxue slowed down and looked back at the teaching building behind her.Looking from a distance, there are many dark shadows behind the locked doors and windows, and the atmosphere added by the murder case makes it even more eerie.

"Are you interested in catching the murderer together?"

She smiled briskly and turned around again, not missing the surprise that flashed in Yukimura's eyes.

No hot-blooded young man would refuse such a provocative proposal.

Even Yukimura Seiichi was only 17 years old, and he was in his youth, so he couldn't be spared.

He thought for a while, and asked directly: "What should I do?"

"However," Songxue changed the subject at this time, and her expression became serious, "It's also very dangerous. Mr. Xingmura, are you afraid of putting yourself in danger?"

This is the inspiration that Marui Bunta gave her.

After thinking about it all afternoon, she decided to attack boldly.

Maybe it will be handed over to the police to continue the investigation, and one day the truth will come to light, but Songxue doesn't want to wait any longer.

This campus must return to normal as soon as possible—she and Yukimura looked at each other, confirming their mutual belief.

"If you say it's dangerous," the boy said lightly, with a gentle but firm voice, "then I can't miss it."

"It's not an ordinary danger," Songxue emphasized to him, "Accidentally missed playing tennis with you and got a concussion—that's not a concept at all, is it?"

"I understand." There was a smile on Yukimura's face, his brown eyes were brightly illuminated by the warm sunset, and they seemed to be hot, "But anyway, I let you fall into it at the beginning. In terms of emotion and reason, I can't let you face the murderer alone, what do you think?"

"—Don't call me Xiaoguang." She said alertly.

"Okay." He smiled again.

"Have you figured out what to do?" Yukimura asked again.

Songxue nodded pretending to be relaxed: "It's not easy, we need to find a chance."

"Are you sure... that murderer will definitely take the bait?"

"Yes." She said, "Do you still remember the 'prophecy' I saw? Yukimura-kun, that knife was originally stuck in your chest."

There were many "dead" in the ward that day, but there was only one person who was closest to Ayanokouji's death.

"That is to say, I think," Songxue raised her eyes in thought, and looked at the other party solemnly, "you are the murderer's original target."

"...So," Yukimura was admirably calm, "My hunch at the beginning was not wrong. And it was more terrifying than I imagined—maybe he premeditated the murder from the beginning?"

"It's because the malice was generated around you, so I was able to detect it so quickly." Matsuxue said, "It's also fortunate that it's you, Yukimura-kun."

Being in it, I don't know the true face of Mount Lushan.

If there is a difference in thought...

She took a slight breath, not daring to imagine that the handsome young man in front of her, who seemed to have stepped out of an oil painting, might fall to the ground with a bloodless face, bleeding to death.

"It's okay." Yukimura's soft voice interrupted her imagining.

He stretched out his hand, and squeezed Songxue's hand tightly just like the afternoon when the crime happened, the palm was warm and dry.

"Let's expose the true colors of werewolves."